The One with Signs and Wonders


Sunday, April 11, 2010

Seems like an appropriate title for today's post since that's all we talked about in Sunday School today - the signs and wonders Moses performed for Pharaoh.

So most of the time I think to myself, "Am I really pregnant? I can't SEE anything. I can't FEEL anything. Is there REALLY something going on in there?" I've only been totally reassured twice at the ultrasounds - the first at 8 weeks when we got to hear the heartbeat which was super special and the second time at 11 weeks when we got to see him move! (I will refer to my baby as a him until proven otherwise cuz that's what we think it is.) I guess my signs of pregnancy are subtle, though they are there and ever present, which is comforting and which I shall write about now.

1) My face is one big giant zit factory. OMG. Every morning three or four (or five or six or seven or eight or nine or ten or eleven or twelve...you get the picture...) new volcanoes erupt and it's just gross. I went to the dermatologist when I was like two or three weeks pregnant, in fact I didn't even know I was pregnant at the time, and got prescriptions for topical creams which I used up until I found out I was pregnant a week or two later, and the doctor even said I can continue using them cuz they're not harmful, but I ain't taking any chances. So my face looks like it did when I was 13. Covered in acne. I tell myself it'll all be worth it.

2) Bouts of nausea. I've only thrown up twice thus far (pllleeeeaaaassssseeee let that be all), though I feel nauseous most of the time. I have a pretty strong stomach and have only thrown up a handful of times in my life because it's one of my biggest phobias. I'd rather do anything besides throw up (not ANYTHING, but many many many other things...). So it must be a sign of pregnancy that I've thrown up twice. The first was right after I took my pre-natal vitamin. I don't know why then, at 10 weeks, when I'd been doing just fine taking it every single morning my body decided to reject it. But it did so now I've switched to Flinstones vitamins. Then last week, Wednesday night, I came home from work, ate some spaghetti for dinner then curled up on the couch to watch America's Next Top Model. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I knew what was about to happen so I ran to the kitchen to do my business. But the kitchen light wouldn't turn on! It's still broken in fact (it's the WEIRDEST shaped bulb I've ever seen in my life and I'm not exactly sure where to get it replaced) but I've realized it was probably a blessing that I couldn't see what was exiting my body. It felt so gross. The texture. EW. Ok. I'm done. I'm making myself nauseous just thinking about it. Let's just say I won't be eating spaghetti for a really long time, which is too bad because it was a staple among my already limited diet.

3) I HAVE NO ENERGY. This is probably the hardest part of being pregnant for me. Normally I'm an up-and-at-'em kinda girl. I wake up around 6:30 and go to bed around 10 after an accomplished and productive day. Not since about week 6. Man. I wake up around 7, go to sleep around 8 (yes, that means I get 11 hours of sleep), and most of the day I can't find the energy or desire to get myself up off the couch. I've watched A LOT of TV. It's tough because I have work and scrapbooking assignments to get done, but I push them off to the very last minute and I feel like my creativity has gone out the window and it's never gonna return and it's just sad. This is what I always felt like when I was PMSing, and it only lasted for a day or two then, but now it's lasted for almost two months. I'm soooo hoping and praying that come the second trimester this Friday I will return to my creative, happy, and productive self because right now I ain't no ball of sunshine and I apologize to whoever may come in contact with me.

4) My clothes don't fit so good...Though I'm definitely not showing on the outside when I wear normal clothes as exhibited by this picture taken today after church:
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I can for shizzle feel a difference when I get dressed every day. Much to my husband's excitement, my over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder (though in my case it should be referred to as a pebble-holder) is quite snug. I've always been much than less endowed in the chestal area (thanks for nothing Malm! :) so this is new and fun. My other secret is I don't button my pants (or zippered skirts) anymore...I physically can't! I do have a little pouch forming under my belly button, and though for now I wish it would become more pronounced, I'm sure in a few short months I'll be wishing the opposite for the sake of comfort. I always thought to myself that I would be one of those super cute pregnant woman wearing cute and bright clothes but the honest truth is I wear pajamas and sweatshirts 95% of the time. I'm so dowdy. I guess it's just that awkward stage when I'm not big enough to wear maternity stuff yet but my normal clothes just don't fit either. What's a girl to do? :)

So there you have it. My signs and wonders that there must be a baby inside. I can hardly wait til our next ultrasound on the 29th!
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